The Finish Line Clouds hang overhead geese crowd the banks when the rain starts to fall the farmer gives thanks. The harvest has passed with bountiful yields winter is fast coming there’s frost in the fields. Feel the push of the wind and the bite of the cold his skin etched with time bones fragileContinue reading “The Finish Line”
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Amiss
Shenandoah National Park – Colleen Breuning © 2015 Amiss Treacherous winds blow Cold drifts in a field of snow Dreams of long ago Something is amiss I need more in life than this Searching for true bliss As the seasons change Leaves strip away, rearrange O’er the mountain range Giving up the fight Anguish deepContinue reading “Amiss”
Those Were The Days
Those Were The Days The moon glides slow in sky of gauze as dense fog shrouds golden sunlight sinking down beneath the mountain deep into the indigo night. Hush now, summer is fading fast say goodbye to the firefly’s glow the lily will not long endure in pure white fields of early snow. We moveContinue reading “Those Were The Days”
Walk With Winter
Walk With Winter Here in the wake of gentle morning hush, shimmering sun rises in its scarlet blush, whispering namaste in the bitter breeze amidst the crow and bluejay’s fervent pleas. Here in the woods, you are never alone; nature comes alive in its welcoming home. Squirrels bury nuts under the towering oak, white-tails boltContinue reading “Walk With Winter”
Aperture
Aperture Shivering against the wretched cold As clouds bunch up in cerulean sky. Thoughts jumble into a tangled knot Like a splinter festering in the minds eye. Irreverent winds unharnessed by hula hoop, Robins cavort yet stray snowflakes linger. Old man winter wields one final blast, The trigger pulled by unsteady finger. Stark charactersContinue reading “Aperture”
Coulée de Serrant
Coulée de Serrant I remember Coulée de Serrant the tempting taste of 1973 never-ending summer days wandering amber fields our sun warmed fingers plucking succulent grapes sticky and delicious from bounteous vines fruit of the valley’s womb. The finest vintage decanted into cut glass its bouquet awakens my senses sweet honey on my palate lucidContinue reading “Coulée de Serrant”
She Who Dances in Snow
She Who Dances in Snow Black velvet drapes of dusk cloak moss covered hills. The air exhales its chill as February blooms beneath a burgeoning gibbous moon. Wisps of white crystalline fall — leaping, swirling, around glowing streetlights like vagrant moths courting open flames. Here! I am here, the snow falling around me, falling downContinue reading “She Who Dances in Snow”
Colleen Keller Breuning 